CUNY:
City College
Hunter College
NYC College of Tech
York College
State Universities:
Augusta State University
Dalton State University
Georgia State University
Georgia Tech
College Essay
Entitled . . . Pink?
*According to the New American Webster handy College Dictionary 4th Edition.
- Pink (pink) light red color.*- Breast (brest) n. the front of the upper body, enclosing the lungs; the chest.*- Cancer (kan’ser) n. a malignant tumor.*- Breast Cancer (brest kan’ser) n. 1. Cause of death of my beloved aunt Vivian Byrd. 2. Reason Me, Jahmisha Gillard will become an Oncologists.- Oncology (-kol’eje) n. the branch of medical science dealing with tumors. -on-col’o-gist, n.A silent voice. Two piercing eyes.My mind, my soul, aches with pain. Can you hear me? Am I important? Do I deserve this? Why me? What did I do wrong?To place myself in her shoes will be impossible.I am a human being. My heart beats. It beats. Beat. The same as yours.It is impossible for me to feel her pain.I become heavy. Not as in my size. My feet. With each step it becomes harder. My pace slows down. Why do I feel heavy? I cannot move. Can you hear me? My size. I am decreasing. Day after day. Night after night. Do I, Do I deserve this?In my mind I am becoming to feel her. Her pain. So much pain, it hurts. I ask myself . . . why her?I cannot move. I cannot walk. I lie down. I’ve been down. So down. For so long. Am I important? Why me?I imagine being immobilized. Suffering. Unheard. She asks for apple juice. Can you hear her?Ending. My life. It is almost gone. Why me? My eyelids. They are heavy. I am being eaten. It’s eating me alive. I cannot move. I cannot open. . . I cannot open my eyes. Am I gone? Is this the end? Gone. My life.Goodbye Auntie Vivian. You are gone. Why her?
At the age of two, I lost my aunt. Something took her from me. She didn’t ask for this, nor did she deserve it. Breast Cancer. You took her from me. I cannot ever get her back. I do not want anyone else to feel my pain. The loss. The suffering. No one deserves to go like this. I will find a cure. I will help you. Your loss will be gain. I will make you proud! “Am I important?” you are important. I will show you. Prove to you. Oncologist. It sounds perfect. Dr.Gillard. Do you hear me? “Why me?” to help me. To build me. So I can become someone. An Oncologist. Gone? You will forever be alive. I hear you.
Binghamton
Albany
Stony Brook
Buffalo
CUNY:
City College
Hunter College
NYC College of Tech
York College
State Universities:
Augusta State University
Dalton State University
Georgia State University
Georgia Tech
College Essay
Entitled . . . Pink?
*According to the New American Webster handy College Dictionary 4th Edition.
- Pink (pink) light red color.*- Breast (brest) n. the front of the upper body, enclosing the lungs; the chest.*- Cancer (kan’ser) n. a malignant tumor.*- Breast Cancer (brest kan’ser) n. 1. Cause of death of my beloved aunt Vivian Byrd. 2. Reason Me, Jahmisha Gillard will become an Oncologists.- Oncology (-kol’eje) n. the branch of medical science dealing with tumors. -on-col’o-gist, n. A silent voice. Two piercing eyes. My mind, my soul, aches with pain. Can you hear me? Am I important? Do I deserve this? Why me? What did I do wrong? To place myself in her shoes will be impossible. I am a human being. My heart beats. It beats. Beat. The same as yours. It is impossible for me to feel her pain. I become heavy. Not as in my size. My feet. With each step it becomes harder. My pace slows down. Why do I feel heavy? I cannot move. Can you hear me? My size. I am decreasing. Day after day. Night after night. Do I, Do I deserve this? In my mind I am becoming to feel her. Her pain. So much pain, it hurts. I ask myself . . . why her? I cannot move. I cannot walk. I lie down. I’ve been down. So down. For so long. Am I important? Why me? I imagine being immobilized. Suffering. Unheard. She asks for apple juice. Can you hear her? Ending. My life. It is almost gone. Why me? My eyelids. They are heavy. I am being eaten. It’s eating me alive. I cannot move. I cannot open. . . I cannot open my eyes. Am I gone? Is this the end? Gone. My life. Goodbye Auntie Vivian. You are gone. Why her?
At the age of two, I lost my aunt. Something took her from me. She didn’t ask for this, nor did she deserve it. Breast Cancer. You took her from me. I cannot ever get her back. I do not want anyone else to feel my pain. The loss. The suffering. No one deserves to go like this. I will find a cure. I will help you. Your loss will be gain. I will make you proud! “Am I important?” you are important. I will show you. Prove to you. Oncologist. It sounds perfect. Dr.Gillard. Do you hear me? “Why me?” to help me. To build me. So I can become someone. An Oncologist. Gone? You will forever be alive. I hear you.